Not that she has a lot of time to sit and think about her status as raven-haired, blue-eyed sex symbol. She is simply too busy flying all over creation for work. When asked to name the best and worst parts of her job, her wry response is, “The traveling… and the traveling.” She jokes that she’s thankful that when she was 10, her parents dragged her and her older brother to every sightseeing mecca in Paris, because these days, when she’s there working, she simply has no time to take any private, off-hour jaunts. As much as she loves the various tropical places where she’s done shoots—Tortola and Brazil are recent favorites—her low-grade homesickness trumps any desire to stay over by herself and explore. “It’s funny, as soon a I get to a place, I’m like, ‘I want to go home now,’” she says. “I like to get home. I miss my own bed. I miss my friends.”

If she wants tropical and beachy, she can always emulate that with her personal style, albeit in the cement jungle of New York City. Maybe it’s a holdover from her Catholic girls’ school uniform days (monogrammed oxford, plaid skirt)—when, she says, “it was so easy to roll out of bed and just throw on”—but she tends to wear one thing again and again and again. “My friends always call it my ‘go-to,’” she explains. “Like, ‘what are you wearing tonight, your go-to?’” She admits that her one-look style can seemingly flummox her agents, who have to remind her, “dress like a model when you go on go-sees,” she says. “Though I am not sure what exactly that means, maybe skinny jeans and a tank top?” In any case, she knows it’s not her current “go-to”: “It’s a James Perse long, white maxi dress. I’ll wear it until I hate it.” And then, maybe the dress will live out its retirement as tennis whites.